here then, in the radio of your crystal de vase
tinkling things
twisting in yer ear
churn
.
turn it off, Monsieur Deleuze. Suppose
we are there, radio antennae,
bristling.
here at Lines of Escape
ways of Flight,
each Saturn Saturday
above the heys and we's
.
Sir, your view on
...
yes, my feeling was...
yea
.
She
was patient.
As We needed it to be.
Claire Parnet.
http://guattaricomplex.blogspot.com/
theres something wrong with your radio
theres nothing wrong my radio
its real radio
real
Outside Radio